Why does it always rain on me?

As I think I’ve mentioned before, we did some caravanning when I was young and I have fond memories of it.  One thing I remember is being tucked up in bed and listening to the gentle patter of rain on the caravan roof.  It was so different from when it rained when you were at home and I loved it.  However, you can get too much of a good thing.  Also, not every fall of rain results in a gentle patter as I was to find out on many occasions on this, the Big Trip!

Well really??  Here is a small excerpt from the great Douglas Adams in So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish: Volume Four in the Trilogy of Five (Hitchhikers Guide 4)

“And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God.  All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.

Every time we went to pitch up Evil, it rained.  It rained at Craigendmuir.  It rained at The Woods.  it rained at Craigendmuir again.  It bucketed down all the way to Donington.  As for Anglesey…….

Everywhere we went, we were told that the weather had been truly wonderful just before we arrived.  We also know that on two separate occasions, the weather dramatically improved as soon as we left.

But whenever we rock up and get out to drop the van legs?  DOWNPOUR!!!!!

It appears that Evil is a Rain God.